I saw your hesitating, waiting too much'till it slipped through your handsand then you stagger to your feet and out the door'cause there's not second chance

That's right!

'Cause I have done it before and I can do it some moreI got my eye on the scoreI'm gonna cut to the coreIt's too late it's too soon or is it?Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, boom

Check it

I've been running up a storm lately. Training for the NYC Half Marathonmakes you do that.

I absolutely put much to much pressure on myself being raw cool and all. It takes a toll on the way I approach pretty much everything in my life.

I want to be the very best I CAN BE. If that means training my ass off for the NYC Half Marathon, then so be it. I learn a lot about myself but I'd rather not make this post all about me me me.

So much shit has been happening in the world. Death and scary stuff that really makes me stop and wonder WTF is going on. I just read that Michael Jackson weighed about 112 lbs when he died. HUH? And all that was in his stomach was pills - digested or not that is just to horrid to contemplate.

So, I don't contemplate or even think about it anymore. I turn off the TV and turn on the music. Life is just way to fucking short to worry about that stuff. Get on with the job of living. Loving. Running. Whatever.

When I feel overwhelmed I tune out. I just take a time out and ask myself WWLLD? She knows and she always tells me. Then I feel better.

TICK TICK BOOM. I am exploding. I adore running. It's like having awesome sex. Think about it. Your running as fast as you possibly can. You pick up the momentum and you have this goal in your head to finish up the run with negative splits* You are freaking booking it. The end is near. Your breathing is labored and you feel the unmistakable tingling in your legs. You hit your time goal and slowly come to a stop as your heart is beating wildly and your flushed with happiness. OY YEAH.

TICK TICK BOOM.

Bernie Madoff! FUCK THAT and FUCK HIM. He deserves his 150 years behind bars. SUCKA!

WWLLD? She keeps me sane. I cannot really go into all that she does for me but know this she is a "beautiful soul" in a world of ugly.

And guess what? I am a winner! I won this: SPIBELT . Freaking INNER POCKET SPIBELT!!!! I am psyched. I never win. ANYTHING!

Brilliant, civilization-changing ideas are a dime a dozen, Michelle. Physically taking action to implement them, however, beginning with baby steps that seem to accomplish very little, is what gets the crowds here screaming like raving lunatics.

In the good way... that lunatics scream... you know?Peanuts! Popcorn! Cotton candy! It's the show of a lifetime!The Universe

I saw your hesitating, waiting too much'till it slipped through your handsand then you stagger to your feet and out the door'cause there's not second chance

That's right!

'Cause I have done it before and I can do it some moreI got my eye on the scoreI'm gonna cut to the coreIt's too late it's too soon or is it?Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, boom

Check it

I've been running up a storm lately. Training for the NYC Half Marathonmakes you do that.

I absolutely put much to much pressure on myself being raw cool and all. It takes a toll on the way I approach pretty much everything in my life.

I want to be the very best I CAN BE. If that means training my ass off for the NYC Half Marathon, then so be it. I learn a lot about myself but I'd rather not make this post all about me me me.

So much shit has been happening in the world. Death and scary stuff that really makes me stop and wonder WTF is going on. I just read that Michael Jackson weighed about 112 lbs when he died. HUH? And all that was in his stomach was pills - digested or not that is just to horrid to contemplate.

So, I don't contemplate or even think about it anymore. I turn off the TV and turn on the music. Life is just way to fucking short to worry about that stuff. Get on with the job of living. Loving. Running. Whatever.

When I feel overwhelmed I tune out. I just take a time out and ask myself WWLLD? She knows and she always tells me. Then I feel better.

TICK TICK BOOM. I am exploding. I adore running. It's like having awesome sex. Think about it. Your running as fast as you possibly can. You pick up the momentum and you have this goal in your head to finish up the run with negative splits* You are freaking booking it. The end is near. Your breathing is labored and you feel the unmistakable tingling in your legs. You hit your time goal and slowly come to a stop as your heart is beating wildly and your flushed with happiness. OY YEAH.

TICK TICK BOOM.

Bernie Madoff! FUCK THAT and FUCK HIM. He deserves his 150 years behind bars. SUCKA!

WWLLD? She keeps me sane. I cannot really go into all that she does for me but know this she is a "beautiful soul" in a world of ugly.

And guess what? I am a winner! I won this: SPIBELT . Freaking INNER POCKET SPIBELT!!!! I am psyched. I never win. ANYTHING!

Brilliant, civilization-changing ideas are a dime a dozen, Michelle. Physically taking action to implement them, however, beginning with baby steps that seem to accomplish very little, is what gets the crowds here screaming like raving lunatics.

In the good way... that lunatics scream... you know?Peanuts! Popcorn! Cotton candy! It's the show of a lifetime!The Universe

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Sure, I gotchya. New York, third-wave, feminist, college-educated, single and pretending to be happy about it, over-scheduled, under-sexed, you buy any magazine that says “body image” on the cover, and every two years you take up knitting for a week.